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Welcome home - For bamf-pointman - Ships Passing

Australia seemed to go on forever with surveillance and research and ensuring that he not only had every needed mannerism down to a tee but that Eames had made enough notes that if Arthur had any questions, he could answer them. He had everything they needed and he was ready to go home. Ready to get back to a job that excited him as much as he feared just where it was going. Ready to get back to a pointman who was really turning his world upside down, and he was realizing how much he loved it.

Waiting until he was on his last layover and he was sure that the flights would be on time, he sent Arthur a message just before boarding his flight.

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Eames had shipped ahead everything else he needed, not that it had been much, so as he came down the walk to the terminal, all he had was a single rolling carry on. Dressed in fawn colored slacks and a dark burgundy coat over a paisley shirt, he looked like a tourist with a heavy shadow of hair growth along his jaws and a bright light in his eyes as he looked around for the man that should be waiting for him.

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This was insane. It hit Eames like a ton of bricks in that moment. He was planning to move close to someone. No, it wasn't the same as moving in with them but it was bonding together, and that for Eames was something new and scary... and kind of cool.

"But it would mean possibly a new place where we can consecrate a new room."

It was, without a doubt, the biggest step Arthur had taken in relation to being with someone like this. Bonding with someone like this however temporary it was for the length of the job.

"Hm, that would make getting dressed worth it," he mused. "That and room service." Which meant, they didn't have to cook or do anything but enjoy what they could.

"Mmmm, I'm liking both of these," he admitted, cradling Arthur in closer to him. He paused, pondering just what to say before he took a deep breath.

"This isn't just madness, is it?"

Arthur felt a smile tug on his lips when Eames held him closer and adjusted himself so there wasn't much pressure on his ass as he curled in closer to him with a little content sound.

"Madness," he asked, looking at him, resting his hand on Eames' thigh.

"Yeah, that's what I thought." He knew despite the smile, things could get really bad. With the job. With what was going on around them. With them. Yet he had this. He suddenly didn't just feel he had someone to trust, he had someone to have faith in.

Someone who had faith in him.

That suddenly meant the world to him in ways he hadn't thought of.

As he had told Eames while they were at the stove, it would take some time getting used to it all but still, the building blocks were being set in place, in motion. From what he could see and tell, Eames was firmly here, with him and didn't seem intending to leave any time soon regardless if leaving was what they did in their line of business. Still, they were here, together and it didn't feel just as simple as saying they'd been fucking and that was it, call it good. There was more here. And... Arthur had faith in Eames and knew that Eames had faith in him.

"Let's put these dishes up and go lay down," he said, squeezing Eames' thigh before slowly levering himself off of the couch and picking up his bowl.

Eames focus was on helping Arthur then, bracing him and helping him get to his feet. It was his fault after all his ass was red and hurting, wasn't it? Not that he regretted it, not at all.

Once he was up, Eames moved to grab his own bowl, and then Arthur's. "Why do you go and lay down and I'll be in soon as these are done?"

Regardless of how much his ass ached and burned, he didn't regret any moment of what happened. He took Eames' help and handed off his bowl. "Want to grab a shower or bath first," he asked, picking up his bottle of water from the side table before opening it and taking a drink from it.

Leaning down, he actually kissed Arthur's brow, smiling. "You know, I'd like that. Meet me in there," he said before moving to head for the kitchen to clean up the dishes.

Smiling as he hummed under his breath. It was domestic and odd and he liked it more than he thought he ever might.

Arthur was, admittedly, a little bit surprised by the kiss to his brow. Though, really, he shouldn't have been all things considering. Still, it was -- well, there was something nice about it. "I'll get the shower started," he said, watching him walk toward the kitchen.

Not for the first time that night was he hit with the sense of domesticity between the two of them. Eames, hedonist that he was, walking naked into his kitchen to clean out their bowls and him -- going to start a shower (or bath) for them. It was... completely unusual and normally out of the realm of reality for men like themselves.

But this -- god, he wanted this.

Had this.

Eames hummed, working to clean the dishes, get the kitchen cleaned up as well. Everything put away, all things dried and away. Not wasting time and just getting it taken care of.

Despite his clothes, and his attitude so often, he still cared about cleanliness and keeping things straightened. More than that, he'd do it for Arthur.

Padding into the bathroom, he paused at the door, looking at Arthur. "You're rather attractive, Darling," he teased.

Looks over at him as he tests the water before pulling the lever for the shower. "You're biased," he said with a smirk. A shower would be more comfortable in the long run on his ass than sitting down again on the tub floor.

"You say that because my ass and thighs are red from your hand," he teased him with a smirk as he walked in closer to Eames. He appreciated the little things that Eames did and was starting to do in the flat -- such as picking up and cooking like he had.

"I am biased." He wasn't going to deny that. It was the truth, after all. "But you're still attractive. All long lines and hollows and beauty... made more so with my hand prints on your skin," he added, smirking.

Crossing the floor, he closed the door behind him as he moved towards the tub. "And you love it. Admit it."

"Thought so," Arthur said with a smirk as he stepped into the tub after pulling open the glass door and stepping underneath the hot spray. A soft sigh of contentment slipped from his lips before he could stop it. After a long day at work consisting of Yusuf's tests, Ariadne's questions and layouts and of Cobb in general, standing underneath a shower spray with Eames was the best thing he could imagine.

"What, admit that I love your hand on my ass? Love the marks," he asked with a teasing smirk after ducking his head underneath the shower head and stepping away so Eames could get underneath.

"Yeah, maybe that's what I'm talking about," he murmured, crossing the floor to move into the shower with Arthur. He'd taken care of Arthur's clothes, knowing it would make things easier later without Arthur worrying about things.

Now though, now he was thinking about the heat of the water and the way it beaded and slicked over Arthur's skin.

"I also love we have this entire weekend," he admits, moving to pull Arthur to him.

"Think we both know the answer to that one then," Arthur said, allowing Eames to pull him in closer.

He slid his hands over Eames' shoulders as he felt the room heat up from the steam coming from the shower. "I do too," Arthur admitted, looking at him. "Barring from any unwanted visitors of course." There was always that slim chance that Cobb would come calling or even, perhaps, one of the others but he doubted it.

Oh but Eames tensed at that, arms tightening around Arthur and pulling him closer as he wasn’t willing to accept that at all.

“I think the answer to that is not answering the door,” he pointed out. “Who would visi…” He stopped though, even as he started to ask that question. There were only two that would seek him out and he was pretty certain only one of them would have the balls to come knocking on Arthur’s door when he was meant to have the weekend off.

“Can I holler through the door in falsetto that you’re tied up, literally?”

Arthur was just going to open his mouth to answer Eames' question when the forger didn't even bother finishing the question. They both knew exactly who would have the nerve (and the balls) to visit him, to more than likely, demand something. He stepped in closer to Eames' embrace and allowed himself a smirk.

"Not a falsetto but perhaps in a slightly different voice you could," he mused. While he didn't expect for Cobb to show up, to see or even hear the indignation in his voice would amuse him. If even just a little.

His nose wrinkled despite that, not liking the fact that they could have to worry about this. All because Cobb seemed to think he owned Arthur. Eames knew he'd put a stop to that. One day. After they finished this damned job.

"Can I just open the door, punch him and close the door?" That would make him happier than anything should.

"No," he said, though not without a certain amount of amusement. "He might know something is going on then." Arthur slid his hands over Eames' shoulders slowly.

"If we were to find you a new hotel, get you settled in there -- we won't have to consider whether Cobb will or will not come for a visit." The only thing left was his phone and that was easily taken care of.

"Why not? If I don't let him see my face, what will it hurt," he asked, and while they were playing around, being silly, he kind of meant it as well. He just wasn't a fan of Cobb, after all.

"So what? You'll stay with me most nights," he asked, as if that had been what he meant then.

Thing was, Arthur was sure that if given a chance, Eames would punch Cobb in the face. The two might respect each other on a pure professional level but any sort of friendship that might have been between them didn't seem to be there any longer. To be honest, Arthur couldn't (and wouldn't) blame Eames in the least. He had found the urge to punch Cobb in the face a couple of times over the last two years increasingly tempting but had barely refrained. Which was usually when he knew he had to split until Cobb took that next job and needed Arthur's assistance. "No, but I'm sure it wouldn't be hard to connect the dots," he mused.

Arthur hummed as the hot water and steam did it's thing in helping him relax little by little. "I hadn't thought that far ahead but at least for the weekend."

First it was Mallorie. She was beautiful and smart and that Cobb had survived all their supposed play and she hadn't, he placed that blame fully on Cobb. Then it was Arthur, dragging him along and ruining his life during all he'd been running since her death.

"You take away all my fun," even if he knew it was a bad idea, that he might hurt Cobb too, given half a chance.

"I like this idea and think it should happen," he admits. "You and me, every night we can." A lot of them would be work, after all.

"I think you'll live," he said, sliding his hand down over Eames' chest. "If, after Inception, you still want to punch him out, then feel free." Not that Eames needed anyone's permission to do anything. Neither of them did. However, it did help to keep the violence out of a job until hell did break loose then all bets were off after that.

He tilted his head with a little hum. "It could be arranged," he said. They would be working a good majority of them but if Eames got a hotel room close by to the flat, it would cut down on some of the travel time between them and make it possible for them to make it work.

“Oh I plan to survive everything,” he pointed out. “That doesn’t mean I don’t want to punch him hard enough his nose is on the back of his head,” he added. “But you know I won’t do it before we make this happen. And…”

He leaned in, his voice soft. “Much as I care for us and what we have, what makes me want to hit him is not this but how damned much he goes around ruining the lives of those around him and he’ll make this happen, become a legend and get his kids back. But it doesn’t bring back Mallorie and it doesn’t give you back all of the life he’s stolen from you,” Eames said, keeping his voice low to try and keep the growl from his words.

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Hm, think he'd remember Arthur's clothes laying on the floor? ;D

Oooh. Say he did, and doesn't become an issue until the next mornng? When Arthur realizes he did?

Yees! Arthur would be touched that Eames picked up his clothes. ;)

Consider it done then

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